Nice Guys Finish… Never
I was the nice guy once. It happened in third grade. My troublemaker friend Tommy got the cutest girl in the class because he was, well, bad (“bad” in those days meant looking up the teacher’s dress or...
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I had Date #3 with the Nice Guy this week. My brain tells me I should like him. I should really, really like him. I do… But I don’t. And it’s pissing me off. So how do women do it? How do they settle...
View Article“Nice Guy” No Longer Applies
Saw it coming from a mile away? How about from the Hubble telescope – without the telescope part? How about from my crystal ball, which is indistinguishable from the bottom of a beer bottle? How about...
View ArticleBye Bye, Nice Guy
Okay, so you saw this coming from a mile away. There will not be a 4th date with the Nice Guy. I will give myself a pat on the back for this one, however. I did not take the chicken shit approach that...
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